Page 99 of The Longshot

Anything.

I don’t care what it is. As long as he continues to look at me like that, I’m at his mercy.

“Yes.” I nod anxiously. “What… what do you want me to do?”

“Well, first…” His biceps flex in tension as he leans forward on his palms. “I need you to tell me, do you remember the day we first met?”

I’m frozen at the sight of him but somehow manage to nod my head. “Of course,” I mumble, suddenly shy in his presence. “How… could I forget?”

Gary confidently runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek in amusement as his lips curl into a smirk.“Then I suppose you’ll remember the little lesson you taught me that day, too? Won’t you, Chelsie?”

“I want you to try reading my lips. Think you can do that?”

“I think so.”

I gulp. Where is he going with this?

“You know, I did a really good job following instructions that day.” His thumb glides along his lower lip as his eyes practically undress me seam by seam. “But now, I think it’s my turn to teach you one instead. Shall we see how good you are at following instructions, Chelsie?”

I’m trembling, and it’s not just a response to the way he continues to say my name, it’s the way his vascular veins protrude along his hands and up forearms. How his pupils are dilated with desire. How he shows not an ounce of hesitation when it comes to telling me exactly what he wants…

“Unzip your dress, Chelsie. Now.”

Fuck.

My eyes widen, and suddenly, my voice turns unsure—confused. “What?”

“You heard me.” He doesn’t back down, leaning in with a heightened sense of desire. “Unzip the dress.”

It takes a moment for my shaky hands to comply, but eventually, they do as I reach toward the back of my dress and slowly tug down at the zipper.

“That’s it.” The sound of the zipper is seemingly music to Gary’s ears as he devilishly licks his lips. “Now, save me the trouble, baby girl, and take it off, will ya?”

Fire.

My cheeks are on fire as I loosen the fabric away from either shoulder, pausing for a moment to peer into his darkened gaze before I allow the dress to fall completely to the floor…

“Fuck.” Gary lets out a muffled groan. The sound alone is enough to unleash an army of butterflies in my stomach as I stand in nothing but my bra and panties.

I’ll admit, I’ve never been confident with my body—I’m the girl who’d much rather be covered up and concealed than on display. But as Gary’s eyes scan me up and down, I can’t help but feel like a work of art.

His work of art.

“Mine,” he mumbles beneath his breath, his breathing slow by now. “I can’t believe you’re all mine. Show me you’re mine by turning around, baby girl. I want to see all of you.”

A momentary sense of reluctance washes over me, but somehow, I find the confidence to bypass it as I step out of my dress and turn around at his command.

“That’s a good girl.” Gary jumps down from the bench; the sound of each step as he paces himself in my direction is music to my ears until he eventually reaches my body and lingers over my shoulder.

“You’re such a good listener, aren’t you?” he whispers into my ear. His bare hand trails up my ass until eventually, it makes its way towards the front seam of my panties. “Now, let’s see how good you are at answering some questions. If you answer them correctly, I’ll give you what you want. Question one…”

My heart pounds out of my chest as he uses his free hand to tilt my chin upwards so that he’s speaking against my lips.

“Do you remember that night at the stadium?”

I nod—unwilling to forget. “Yes.”

“Good.” He inches his hand another daringly inch lower. “Question two. Do you remember just how wet you were for me?”

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